Word: paled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Stately, plump...gurgling face...equine in its length...hair, grained and hued like pale oak...shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate...great searching eyes...hollow beneath his underlip...curling shaven lips...white glittering teeth...Cranly...
Premier Golda Meir had looked pale and fatigued as she sat in the Knesset waiting for parliamentary approval of her new government. But she appeared vigorous and rested last week when she and Time Inc.'s Editor in Chief talked in her Jerusalem office. Mrs. Meir joked about the problems of forming a government. But when the conversation turned to the Cabinet's first priority-disengagement with Syria-Israel's 75-year-old leader became markedly more somber. Her views...
...ladan's circle. Art or The Caresses conjoins a mysteriously smiling sphinx (looking not unlike a satisfied Rossetti redhead in a leopard coat that has grown onto her skin) with a puzzled-looking boy who has presumably come to answer her riddle. It is painted with a high, pale elegance that altogether removes it from the common run of romantic-symbolist cliche...
...West, Solzhenitsyn's books provide a harrowing account of what can hardly be credited as real. What is not experienced cannot be imagined; the realities of Soviet prison camps may seem as fantastic and pale as those of Vietnam, or of India--or of inner city slums. What for the people of the Soviet Union is a grim confirmation of an ever-present reality, is for us the exposure to a terror not immediately your own. Were Solzhenitsyn to be understood only as the impassioned chronicler of a unique and particular situation, we might without injury relegate...
...still talk rationally. I don't remember which was more difficult. In any case, I do remember that with each mouthful of grilled meat, salty potatoes, and watery corn, I experienced what the Bolivians call una revolucion del estomago. The weak electric light that hung above us cast a pale glow on the oily table where we ate. Ray was reserved as usual, so I was unable to determine if he was aware of the depths to which I was rapidly plunging. After he had finished his bottle of beer, we got up and walked out into the street...